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Some of the kids are having a go at scenario writing, writing that is based on a scenario set 40-50 years in the future.

Here are some of their amazing stories, which are still in draft form. The kids would love any feedback you would like to give them. Please add comments to the discussion page.

Luke S

Project Geneticy
June the 29th, 2065.
My name is Clouse. I am the son of genetics scientist Paul Bennington. The eco-system collapsed seven years ago. Everywhere you went there were cries of agony. I don’t mean human beings. The oceans dried up, the rainforests crumbled, and the sky went grey. The human population was down to 50% of its old quantity within the hour. Slowly, the ground itself began to crumble. The Eiffel tower is 10 metres underground and more diagonal than the leaning tower of Pisa, which could be called the crumbled tower of Pisa now. The empire state building is just a pile of rubble, glass, and corpses now. The Grand Canyon is now the Grand Sandpit, as I like to call it. Now, Human life is only 12% of our old quantity, and we can’t trust the air we breathe anymore. The top genetics scientists, including my father, have made a ‘cure’ or at least a pathetic attempt of a cure. I mean no offense to my father, but I’ve seen the effects it has on people. Fungal growths appear on their arms and legs, with purple bubbles of green liquid on their shoulders and upper torso. Their hair turns to coils of tentacles and their faces are literally twisted. I’ll never take that stuff. I’d rather die.
July the 14th, 2065.
My best friend and companion from childhood, Joe, Is going to die in five days time. He’s giving me his favourite baseball and bat. Did I mention he was a HUGE baseball fan? Well, I guess it won’t matter soon. In under a week’s time, he’ll be only a memory. We’re attempting to spend his final days happily, but we aren’t having a lot of luck. I managed to get a chuckle out of him a few times, but only a chuckle. At least he’s happy. Or at least as happy as you can get in somebody’s final hours. Joe’s parents really appreciate my support, but they spend most of their time eating ice cream and staring out the window. There’s still no progress on the cure.
July the 19th, 2065.
Joe is dead. The funeral was short, for there were many more to get to. My dad, it seemed, was the most upset, apart from Joe’s parents. After the service I went to my room and stayed there most of the day. I didn’t want to look out my window, but I did anyway. I saw some ‘cured people’ or as I like to call them ‘Pustules’. There were about seven of them, walking around. You could barely recognize if they were human or not. Secretly, I was glad that Joe was dead, purely because he doesn’t have to be a Pustule.
August the 23rd, 2065.
Dad invited me into the lab for a visit, so I went. At least you can trust the air you breathe in there. As soon as I stepped inside the lab, I wanted to run, I wanted to throw up, I wanted to scream in terror. There were hundreds of Pustules, all either in bullet proof glass rooms or cages, gnawing at the bars. There were a few dozen scientists, all running about with vials, pills, and containers with who knows what’s in them. They were feeding the Pustules, causing nasty effects, such as explosion, limbs falling off, gangrene, and most commonly, death. I couldn’t get a wink of sleep that night; all I could think of were the Pustules, creeping up the staircase and eating me alive. I feel helpless, but now, I feel like I’m about to fall into a deep sleep…
September the 7th, 2065
I’ve been asleep for quite a long time, and all my joints have become incredibly stiff that I’m struggling to write this. My mobility is slowly coming back, and as I look out the window, I have quite a shock to find a Pustule head sitting on my window sill. Its green blood was staining my window, so I pushed it off. It made a splat as it hit the ground. I walked to the bathroom and lent over the sink. I’ll let you guess what I did there. After that, I slowly walked downstairs and greeted my father. “Any progress on the cure yet dad?” I asked half-heartedly, already knowing the response. But, to my shock, my prediction was incorrect. “Yes, we have had some progress on the cure! But mostly, I’m glad to see you awake, I was getting very worried.” He said with a broad grin across his face. “That’s great! Could I come to the lab and see?” I asked, quite enthusiastic about seeing the progress. “Sure, we’ll go and check around 4:00, ok?” My father said happily.
September the 8th, 2065.
The lab is now sending out the updated cure. The Pustules effects are going away, but they never will be the same. The mental hospitals are overflowing with ex-Pustules. I just wish that Joe could be here to see this. Something quite strange happened, though. There were some distant rumbling noises coming from the west. Nothing serious, I’m sure.
September the 12th, 2065.
Remember the rumbling noise from my last entry? Well we know what it is now. It’s some kind of Living earthquake, and it’s heading right for us. We’re evacuating to an abandoned mining town to the south-west. I’m packing this journal into storage, so there won’t be any more entries for a little while after this.
October the 1st, 2065.
This mining town isn’t so bad. We even found a storage stash and a few survivors. One of them looks familiar in some way, but I’m not sure how. She seems to recognize me, too. I might go speak with her tomorrow, but for now I’m exploring the mine. There are so many minerals in here, and there’s some kind of mist around the southern end, and the survivors are quite scared of it and are in too much shock to tell us what it is right now. I think we have some spare gas masks, so I’m thinking about checking that place out.
October the 2nd, 2065.
You might not believe this, but that survivor I mentioned earlier that seemed familiar is more than just familiar. As soon as she saw me, she ran up and hugged me. After a long conversation, and an unexpected reunion, she turned out to be my mother. At first I didn’t believe her, but then she told me some very personal information, like my birthmark, which closed the deal. I ran to my dad to tell him, and we all sat down in our house for a great family reunion.
October the 4th, 2065.
I’m still getting over the shock of having a living mother, but curiosities pull is too strong for me to resist. I AM a teenage boy, after all. I’ve gotten one of the gas masks, (don’t ask how, it’s a long story) and I’m setting off into the mine. The green mist gets quite thick after you walk into it. There are some truly marvelous things inside the mist area, but also horrible sights. There is rainbow ore, which I’m positive, would be sold for millions if the world was care-free. But also, any wildlife that wandered in there, I have now discovered, mutates. I’m glad I’m wearing my gas mask. There are two headed rats, spiders with no legs, a bat with no wings and human legs, and worst of all, flesh melting away to reveal bone. I’m not sure which is worse, the lab, or this mine. I’m heading back now, but I’ll continue exploring tomorrow.
October the 5th, 2065.
I’m in the mist again. Same rainbow ore, same mutated wildlife, but I can’t shake the feeling that something is different. I’m approaching the end of the mine, but there’s a wall of the rainbow ore blocking my path. I’ll go get a mining pick, but I won’t be able to continue until tomorrow.
October the 6th, 2065
I’m at the wall of rainbow ore again, but this time, I have a mining pick. It took me about half an hour, but I managed to break a hole into the other side. Suddenly, the wall crumbles and dozens of shadows pour out, they look like demons, I tried to touch one as it flew by, but my hand just went right through it. They seem to be running to the town. Instantly, I regret my actions and hope that the town won’t be destroyed.
October the 6th, around 5:00 PM, 2065
I’m at the town, and its complete chaos. The shadow demons are running around, chasing the citizens, and a group of them are dragging someone off into the distance. I suddenly have a brainstorm and think of the rainbow ore. If the shadow demons couldn’t get past in before, how could they move through it now? My pick still has some ore on it, so I get a broad grin across my face, and start wildly swinging my pick around, slicing through the shadow demons. With every demon I kill, the sky starts changing color. After I’ve killed every demon in sight, I see the greatest sight in all my life. The sky is blue, and the sun is shining. The world seems much better, but if they couldn’t get out, how could they have done this? I guess that could be another story, because this journal is full. Remember, whenever you look up and the sky is blue, Remember the name, Clouse Bennington.
The End.
By Luke S

Kahurangi

Fat
It was the year 2080 I was a young boy again running through the forest in Sylvester national park. I could hear birds, they were flitting in between the trees singing their cheeky songs as if they were teasing the creatures that were bound by gravity but I didn’t care it felt like I was gliding through the trees much faster than any bird. Thump thump thump went my feet on the ground My breath came in short sharp gulps that was when I noticed it. My gut my big flabby gut had disappeared I was so happy then of in the distance I heard a dog barking but that wasn’t just any dog it was my dog my big old German shepherd “Bilbo!” I yelled. Down a valley I ran, over a stream up the hill and round a sharp bend and there he was in all of his glory. his fur was golden brown like the perfect crackling on a leg of ham the wind was blowing his big black ears about as if they were Mothers washing on the line .as he caught my scent Bilbo’s head slowly turned towards me his blue eyes un wavering as he stared at me. then like he had made up his mind he turned away and disappeared into the trees, no Bilbo come back! Come back please! Save me Felix Save me Stop! Stop! and then as the wind receded he was gone.
I woke with a jolt with the word Bilbo still on my lips it wasn’t real then just a dream, it was the year 3035 my name was Felix Pennington and I was the head of the worlds largest satellite holographic television /internet corporation and my wife’s name is Julie or should I say was Julie I wasn’t young again and she wasn’t alive and as these thoughts entered my head a slow tear ran a ribbon down my dry flaky cheek like a flash flood in a desert of despair its just plain old ordinary me well I guess its time to put my in significant matters aside and serve the planet as best I know how time to go to work. I reached out over the seemingly gigantic canyon which was the 30 centimetre gap between my bed and my night stand for my transporter button but found to my horror that my arm would not move more than a few inches. The doctors had warned me about this they called it bone disintegration syndrome and apparently it is caused by lack of exercise lack of calcium lack of good food and low gravity the first case was recorded back in 2071 this is bad this is really bad so as my pace keeper 3000 kicked into action I started to panic I had to get to hospital fast ,so gathering all of my strength I roared for my care giver Margery she came within ten minutes and I was rushed to hospital the ambulance robots weren’t the most gentle of the lot half way to the hospital I rolled over onto my face and once when we came to a set of traffic lights we stopped so abruptly that my head slammed into the metal casing of the transport vessel I was being carried in when we finally got to the hospital my head was so bet up that I was drifting in and out of Consciousness every minute.
I had never felt so terrible in all my life even when all of those poor elderly people in Detroit had been forced into an early departure for lack of space by the evil big wig politicians. To get me into the building they had to use a mining robot with a forklift attached to the front and as it burst through the doors of the operating room the doctors were still performing surgery on a 10 year old boy he seemed even more bloated than me which of course wasn’t possible. They had him under so much anaesthesia the chemicals were turning him blue call it saving his life but this was more like murder by “accident’
My new bones wurred and buzzed with my every move I made. Every day I was in hospital I thought about my dream. I thought about how happy I was when I was running through nature and how miserable I was now.
Could I make my dream in the real world for everyone for every sick overweight child and adult to see birds and smell the sweet scent of foliage on the ground?
This place I knew would have to be beautifully crafted and I would spend all of the money I had accumulated over the many years of hard work in front of a holographic picture.
To make this 50 000 dollar Super Park to try and reunite the world with nature and in time destroy all disease through clean air clean water and exercise this theory was of course discovered many years ago and all it lacked was funding
It was to be called the Pennington bubble sealed off from the pollution and petulance of earth.
It was the year 3056 I was running through the forest in Pennington national park. I could hear birds, they were flitting in between the trees singing their cheeky songs as if they were teasing the creatures that were bound by gravity but I didn’t care it felt like I was gliding through the trees much faster than any bird. Thump thump thump went my feet on the ground My breath came in short sharp gulps my big flabby gut was Gone I raised my wrinkly hands in a triumphant cheer I was so happy then of in the distance I heard a dog barking but that wasn’t just any dog it was my dog my big playful German shepherd puppy “Frodo!” I yelled
Down a beautiful green valley I ran, over a stream up the hill and round a sharp bend and there he was in all of his glory. His fur was golden like the perfect glazing on a roast turkey the wind was blowing his big white ears about as if they were washing on the line .as he caught my scent he turned around and bounded towards me like a bull on steroids his tongue hang out like it always used to then as his back legs forced him up towards me he leapt into me and the momentum knocked me over and I felt an enormous wave of love and contentment I had done it!
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“So any questions class” “ugh pardon I didn’t Quite catch that” “are you telling me that you didn’t listen to that absolutely amazing story even for a little bit” “nope sorry teach” “well ill have you know that this is the man who funded the last final attempt at saving the planet and succeeded without him everyone on earth would have died of super obesity and bone loss”